778. Tree root water source tea with two sections of fresh breeze
The perfect ending to the wedding ceremony, Le Printemps of Figaro fulfilled their mission brilliantly.
The newlyweds returned again, and the wedding scene turned into a grand dinner.
Laughter, clinking glasses, and various blessings sounded in every corner of the hall.
Amidst the gentle music, there is joy everywhere.
Everyone in the orchestra pit was quickly immersed in this atmosphere.
Finally it was time to eat and drink, and Shen Qingci specially arranged three banquet tables for the band.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Please take the initiative to ask for someone's autograph later. There won't be any shop like this after passing this village."
The performance was successfully completed. Qin Jian handed this not-so-surprise gift to the two teachers. He forced a smile and looked around again.
"Okay, don't sit here anymore. Let's go eat. If you have classes in the afternoon, go back early. The taxi fare will be charged to the club."
After receiving the instructions, everyone laughed and packed up their instruments and dispersed happily. Most of them had never eaten in a hotel like the Westin.
After everyone left, the orchestra pit became the quietest place on the scene.
Qin Jian dragged his tired body to a corner of the orchestra pit and collapsed on the bench.
The performance was over, and his mood did not feel any relieved. On the contrary, the silence at this moment intensified the various complicated changes in his heart. T
Leping's regretful tone from an hour ago seemed to ring in his ears again.
Let's temporarily go back to the conversation scene an hour ago.
...
Leping was surprised that Qin Jian could say the three words Ye Yankai. Almost no one in the younger generation knew the existence of this person.
"Mr. Ye Yankai passed away twenty years ago."
Qin Jian was completely confused at that moment.
It's not like he hasn't imagined the existence of another branch of the Ye sect, and then there are two old men with the same name, both named Ye Yankai.
But this is too ridiculous.
At that moment, he was sure that the Ye Yankai and Ye Yi's grandfather mentioned by Leping were the same person.
Then he stuttered and asked Leping: "What is the relationship between Mr. Ye and Ye Yuan?"
Leping: "Brother and sister."
Qin Jian: "Then what is the relationship between Director Ye Hailing and Mr. Ye?"
Leping: "Mr. Ye is Ye Hailing's uncle."
Qin Jian asked: "Ye Yuan is Director Ye's aunt, Mr. Ye is Ye Hailing's uncle, so Director Ye, which branch is she from?"
Leping sighed: "The Ye sect has no branches. The three brothers and sisters of the Ye family are now what the older generation calls Ye Yankai, Ye Yanqing, and Ye Hailing's father, the third eldest son of the Ye family, Ye Yanzhen. Unfortunately, Mr. Yan Zhen's health has been poor since he was a child.
It’s not good, I took the first step before I was forty years old.”
Qin Jian felt sad in his heart.
He had checked information about the Ye family on the Internet, but there was almost no relevant content.
"Does Mr. Ye have any descendants?" Qin Jian asked carefully.
Leping shook his head: "There is only one descendant of the Ye family."
Qin Jian: "Director Ye?"
Leping sighed: "Ye Yankai never married, and Ye Yuan never married."
The speaker was unintentional. Leping thought Qin Jian was just gossiping about Ye Hailing. As a disciple of Shen Qingci and Liao Linjun, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Qin Jian being curious about Ye Hailing.
But it sounds thoughtful.
Have a big heart.
...
...
At this moment, I looked at the golden crystal ceiling lamp above my head.
What Qin Jian was thinking about was no longer the love and affection he had with Ye Yi.
This amount of information was difficult for him to digest, and then he thought of Ye Yanqing's demeanor and eyebrows.
He admitted that he had always unintentionally ignored Ye Yi's life experience.
He always thought that Ye Yi was an orphan and was picked up out of some kind of politeness. He did not ask why the other party was mute at first, but later he was able to ask, and he had long forgotten the question.
But now he had an extremely absurd idea in his mind.
"Is Ye Yi really an orphan? So her muteness is..."
"No, no, no, no, Ye Yi cooks first-hand Hunan cuisine..."
"Can..."
"Then what happened to Tao Tao?"
"My head hurts..."
Only then did Qin Jian realize that he knew almost nothing about Ye Yi.
Gradually, his field of vision became smaller and smaller, getting lower and lower.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
The wedding scene became more and more lively, and everyone in Figaro showed amazing fighting power at the dinner table.
After a while, Fang Xiaoyu returned to the orchestra pit after eating and planned to rest for a while, but she found Qin Jian sleeping here.
After hesitating for a while, she finally did not wake up Qin Jian.
He conveniently covered Qin Jian's body with his own clothes.
Then leave.
Not long after, with only one song at most, Ning Qianxia also walked into the orchestra pit.
Without much hesitation, she knelt down and shook Qin Jian. She felt that no matter how tired Qin Jian was, he was not suitable for lying around and snoring in such an occasion.
Unexpectedly, Qin Jian turned over, muttered something in his mouth, and spit out bubbles.
"call--"
"Hoo————"
One long and one short, full of rhythm.
Ning Qianxia:...
...
In this way, our Chopin Competition champion fell asleep and woke up naturally.
When he woke up, the surroundings were extremely quiet.
The next second.
He trembled violently, lifted up his little cotton-padded jacket, and sat up.
Then the hall became empty, leaving only scraps of food that had not been cleared away, and no one was left.
"Master, you're awake."
Only then did he notice Fang Xiaoyu holding his mobile phone in the corner of the orchestra pit, "What's going on? What time is it?"
"5:37, Master," Fang Xiaoyu paused to sort out, "You fell asleep as soon as the wedding started. Later, Teacher Shen told everyone not to disturb you, so no one called you, and the wedding ended.
The rest of the club has returned to school, and Sister Qianxia asked me to wait here for you to wake up."
Qin Jian nodded and said he understood.
Then he stood up and stretched his muscles, feeling comfortable all over his body.
This sleep was the best he had slept in recently. It was a pity that he did not drink the wine of the bride and groom.
"Master, what else do you want to eat?"
"If you don't want to eat, let's go back to school. We have rehearsals in the evening."
Qin Jian said he didn't want to eat anymore, but he became hungry as soon as he left the Westin.
The two returned to school, Fang Xiaoyu went back to the dormitory to change clothes, and Qin Jian went to the Taoist cafeteria to eat a few mouthfuls of Mapo tofu rice.
Then we rushed to the rehearsal hall.
...
The evening rehearsal process went very smoothly.
The second act has initially gone according to his intention.
At the end, Qin Jian made an appointment with everyone for a rehearsal time in the morning the day after tomorrow.
At 9:30 the next morning, he picked up his luggage and met Song Ling in front of the hotel and embarked on the tour again.
After a day and night of rest, everyone in the team regained their energy.
On the plane, everyone happily discussed the food in Western City and planned what to eat for lunch.
Qin Jian opened the Beethoven sonata collection the moment the plane took off, and while listening to Czerny's Op.29, he beat his hands on his legs.
The beating fingertips are occasionally interrupted by a certain thought that emerges in my mind.